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This Week's Special:
Frankie was shitting when she noticed that, from 0:26 to 0:30, the woman looked
like gender bent Elon Musk. Like how whitehats receive bounty for discovering
vulnerabilities, Reality's mods rewarded Frankie's discovery with the
Self-Freezing Ice Cube Tray. If you do not see the gender-bent Elon Musk, that
is because the mods patched it.
Filling the Self-Freezing Ice
Cube Tray with water and leaving it for an hour freezes the water into ice. The
ice shall probably be cube shaped. Frankie does not want the Self-Freezing Ice
Cube Tray because she has a freezer at home. The market is someone who wants
cold drink after long day of adventuring and who ceebs lugging esky.
That market is Dr.
Hasselhoff
Breyerhouse Pie contains venison, rabbit and ptarmigan, available at any
Australian supermarket. It is nourishing, healing and ails cabin fever.
Negatives include: contentedness, sluggishness, flirtation with scurvy and the
starvation necessary to eat the whole thing and get aforementioned benefits.
The recipe was purportedly lost.
Dr. David Hasselhoff found the recipe card and he long ago called dibs on
anything pie related. He is the Healer in an adventuring party core containing Fighter, Ranger and Wizard. Doc Hasselhoff was designated Healer because he was the only one who
brought a first-aid kit.
The party had delved into a
dungeon which, they bitched about, went up a steady incline. They trespassed
into hoity-toity hunting lodge, where Doc Hasselhoff found the recipe card. He
deliberated on whether to keep or sell the recipe, whilst his party deliberated
on hunting that moose.
The market for this recipe card is Dorothy, but Albrecht will
buy it as a present.
Albrecht side
hustles in grave repo, not grave robbing, but takes commissions. Sometimes
communities pay to have something discretely removed from their deceased's
neighbours, such as a Finger
of Sukuna.
Fingers of Sukuna are a plot
coupon. Like pieces of Gun Devil, enough
must be acquired to face final boss. Also like pieces of Gun Devil, they
empower mini-bosses. Unlike pieces of Gun Devil, consuming one bestows
power-up, with caveats, to select few.
Dorothy is not
select few, but Albrecht suspects that she would try eating it anyway. No, she
would marinade it and serve it at a dinner party, garnished and paired with
Trapiche 'Pure' 2023 Patagonian Pinot Noir.
Like
Notes of Flamme, people are willing to pay handsomely for Fingers of Sukuna.
Albrecht does not know these people and he does not want to hold onto stinky
thing until he meets them. The market for this creepy digit is the middle
(wo)man, the retailer, the ba-dumb-tish-fuck who attempts the buy low, sell
high.
That market is Saperavi.
Saperavi is,
as of writing, holding a revolver to kneeling Todd's temple. She
screams wordless vowels because shrieking is girly. There is a story here but I
was taking a shit when it happened. I catch Pedro's eyes but we are both too
shitfaced to non-verbal communicate.
Saperavi has come into possession of two Softnose Lasers,
one pistol and one rifle. These weapons were designed by cosmopolitan
underground society for mining but are weapons because racism. One enterprising
pixie smuggled Mudman AA batteries as ammunition for these weapons . Saperavi
smuggled these weapons to the Tartarian surface, where AA batteries are
plentiful.
Saperavi intends
to sell Softnose Lasers but not in the U.S. because guns. Instead: Australia,
where energy weapons can be carried on shoulder or hip and look like toys. The
market is not looking to intimidate or make statement. The market is willing to
kill in the right circumstance and wants to be prepared for that.
That market is Frankie.
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